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cb - plugged in w/ fumez the engineer pt. 2 - cb lyrics

[part i]

[intro: cb]
what we drinking? it’s f28 baby
gaza, sf, squeeze first
plugged in, part 2
my n*gga fumez the engineer
you know the vibes
you know the drill, don’t get drilled innit?
how is cdot funded and where do you get your money from?
listen, i ain’t gonna’ say too much man
run the ting fumez man
the simple answer?

[verse: cb]
really in the field like call of duty
drilled that punk, it was necessary (bubush)
step correct with the wap on deck
i ran out of bine but the secondary
he got caught, it was legendary
he got chinged go ask him who it was
but you can’t he’s in the cemetery
that boy caught a tan in february (bubush)
i’m so tired of all these lies
who’s really rappin’ what they live? (who?)
see him on the 6th i’ll touch his wig
i don’t play fair n*gga, i’ll drill these kids
jump in the ride you know it’s live
last time i did i got more than 25
this beef can’t dead, i won’t let it die (never)
they got 3 of them they got none of mine (none of us)
if i said it i mean it
step over there with the broom and sweep it
he ain’t bad he’s been deceiving
everyone should’ve known better like headie one (one)
go trynna’ score on my resume
we don’t throw no hands like mma
last time they saw me they saw the gauge (bow)
i scored more than you and all your mates
let’s play hide and seek i’m seeking (where they at?)
morning, evening, left him leaking
do it for the course no one for reason
actually i’m lyin’, love that feeling (i love it)
blood on my blade, still ain’t clean it
splash him with this, catch diseases
or i’ll glee it families grieving
all courtesy on my demons
they ain’t ‘been riding, them man hidin’
can’t stand newplates, it’s getting tirin’ (i hate them)
if i don’t pack him when i see him
that’ll be the day cb retires (on my life)
talking mileage i’ve done loads
crashings, splashings, done ’em both
he got wapped and wrapped he’s a f*cking joke
he made a career of getting domed (jokeman)
mention my mum must have a death wish
for that one there i’ll catch a sentence
saw him in jail when that n*gga froze
after all that talk didn’t get no vengeance (hah)
these n*ggas lie i tell the truth
get a drop on them i’ll lead the booth (where they at?)
these n*ggas don’t learn till they hit the news
no mercy i’ll show you what drillers do
done it with a kitchen
done it with a axe (done that)
done it with a fl!ck ting
done it with a ramz (done that)
done it with a zk
done it with a wap (done that)
when i was in jail i done it with my hands (done that)
done it on a free flow
done it on the landing (done that)
done it on my jack jones
done it with the mandem (done that)
done it on a visit infront of the cameras (done that)
done him on road and jail, that’s standard (no lies)
n*gga don’t play with your life
rollin’ dice, now you might pay the price
yeah i already raised the crime
go ask the guys, done that numerous times (all the time)
hope out the ride
done it already, hold that steady
aim up high
don’t do leggies get in my brekky
full english with a side of bine (bubush)
fumez the engineer
[part ii]

[verse: cb]
never been a one for a verbal
i ain’t really into the talkin’, let’s go get ’em (where they at?)
taught that boy a lesson c*cked that back and pressed it
that’s another point
scoreboard needs a mending
made man shake like nesquik
he didn’t pack, trust that was the intention
them man pups, we veterans, standard
tired up all these liars
and all these guys
thinking that they’re on violence
ask them who have they wapped?
who have they splashed? everyone goes quiet
you can ask bro go like [?] to the gang
done mileage, bossman saw that knifin’
now we just pull up on violence
nova [?] but i just keep on risin’ (bubush)
if i sight that punk he’s tired
won’t stop ’till i close them eyelids
let me get up, close and personal
trust me i won’t stop firin’
empty the clip then load it up
then empty the clip again and again
we squeeze first and bang on them
more time it’s them that need to revenge (they know)
no one on, i’ll need to attend
ever take an l, i’ll go and admit it
bro took an l, went round there next day, hospital got a new victim (facts)
let’s go fishing, let’s go drilling
one wap in the car, me who’s gripping
need more hands to count my chingings
and most of them were attempted k!llings (splash)
savage known for the double tappin’
cappin’, that’s what they do when they’re rappin’
active, cv’s far from average
splash him holdin’ my blade no fraction
madness made man drip like fashion
passion, that’s what i do when i’m bangin’
action, lot of them words i’m crashin’
catch him put him on an evening standard
“who’s that yute? hey spin that around” i’mma drill that punk again and again (spin that)
saw it was opps could be an opp, if not, at least they’re a friend of a friend
give man all of my bine and all of my knife
can’t say we ain’t generous men
we squeeze first, ask questions later
why do you think they call us sf
jump in the ride, it’s live, can’t say that we ain’t outside, if i said it i meant it
he got drilled, story got remixed
next time i won’t stop gleeing
who don’t hear might feel it, love that feeling
put him on a paper so everyone can read it
real*life demon, give me a reason and go there again and repeat it (on my life)
that’s normal, done that boy so awful
he got shaved [?]’s mother thought he was immortal
opps get got, that’s plural
hit him with this tip like pool b*lls
we ain’t been loosin’ them man lyin’
before it was amusing now i’m just tired
come on we don’t do bootings
if it’s just music how come police are intrusive, stupid
check the gun crime in newham
everyone knows we do this (bubush)
opps and police included
broad day booting’s left them clueless
they shot at my friend, i shot one of them
that’s what’s called justice
must be high if you thought that there weren’t going to be repercussions
everyone knows we done it
don’t ask me, best ask them
made him drip, like far fetch
we flag blue, left him red
like blue and red, like clark kent
if i’m outside and they’re outside
how come them man ain’t dead
common sense, someone’s lying it ain’t us, must be them (gaza)
[outro]
fumez the engineer

- cb lyrics

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